At the top of the fragrant mountain, the red leaves are scattered. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There was a sudden gust of wind! The wind smelled fishy.

The blood-red maple covered the hoof prints of the Seventeen Iron Horsemen.

The corpses were also buried half an inch, and each of them had a sword mark on their throats, but only a small amount of blood flowed from it, almost negligible.

Someone killed them. And every time you kill someone, you only use a sword, and you cut your throat with one sword!

Because of the cold edge of the sword, the seventeen horsemen did not shout a word before they died, and the face of the corpse also retained the same expression before death, surprised, frightened, and knew that they would die.....

Seventeen horsemen thought that if they stabbed him from seventeen directions, and attacked him from seventeen unavoidable vital points, that man would surely die.

But as soon as the sword came out of its sheath, with the crisp sound of falling springs, they fell at the same time.

Against seventeen people, he may not be able to use seventeen swords.

One sword, only one sword! Blood spurted out of the throats of the Seventeen Horsemen, and these people rolled violently among the red leaves, as if they had been drained of their souls in a clay pot.

Killing someone is already a difficult thing, but isn't it even more difficult to kill someone with a sword?

Not to mention the dead seventeen horsemen, they are all from the famous killer organization in the rivers and lakes, and they are the masters of the masters.

The young swordsman carried his infant on his back and walked briskly through the maple forest.

The sword in his hand was dripping blood, and the slightly convex cheekbones and somewhat greasy hair made the swordsman look down, but his eyes were very bright. These eyes seem to pierce people's hearts, even in the darkest abyss, he can see the light, this is definitely an eye that is unforgettable at a glance, and even his whole person has a charm.

Although he was devastated, his heart was not dead.

He still has a will.

It was the bloody swaddling clothes that made his steps faster.

Not much.

The swordsman stopped here as if he had been electrocuted.

Before the person arrived, the fierce murderous aura seemed to freeze the air around him.

Among the overwhelming red maples stood a man, holding a sword in the middle of the road, as if he were a sculpture of iron.

This man is too quiet.

The sword in his bosom was quieter than a man.

But there is an unparalleled killing intent, just like the tranquility before the rainstorm, the suppressed death, fear invades every cell of the body, his heart, his lungs, every inch of his flesh and skin are shaking.

The roadblock is none other than "Excalibur", one of the three heroes of troubled times.

He's been missing for years, so why is he here, but every time Excalibur appears, someone is bound to die.

Excalibur lowered his hat.

His hair was gray, and his tone was dry: "You don't have to go any further." ”

The young swordsman said, "Many people say so, but they are the ones who can't go any further. ”

Excalibur sighed slightly, and said, "There are so many black and white in the world, you can't be sure which ones are right and which ones are wrong, and sometimes it will cause a catastrophe." ”

The young swordsman said: "I don't regret it, if I can't miss the life according to my own right, I won't be happy to live forever." ”

The heavens and the earth were dark. There was a light in the darkness, and it was the light of the sword! No one could describe the power of the sword.

If there are gods and Buddhas in heaven and earth, they can't help but be overshadowed by this sword.

The surrounding maple trees were cut off at the waist, and the wind passed without leaving a trace. The bright red color, I don't know if it was blood or residual leaves, but it stained most of his body. The whole maple forest is a lot empty.

-- Nine miles and thirteen feet.

This is a sword swung by the Divine Sword, the maple forest in the middle of the mountain has been destroyed, and the devastating sword qi has reached the peak of all things, and no person or thing has ever been able to block the sword of the Divine Sword.

The name of this legend has been hidden for many years, and the edge has not faded, but has become sharper.

Excalibur said, "My sword hasn't been unsheathed since ten years ago. ”

That's right, since the fall of the King of the Troubled Times, the death of the invincible Demon Lord, and even the mysterious disappearance of the original genius, there are even fewer people worthy of his sword.

In addition to those three people in the world, how many are worthy of his sword?

Therefore, he ages at an accelerated rate, but at the age of forty he is already wearing half a wisp of white sideburns, and he spends every day and every night in solitude.

Now someone has taken one of his swords.

If this person has some more time, he may not lose to the Excalibur.

It's all because the swordsman is too young.

Now his shoulders had been sliced off, revealing the bones of a hundred flowers, and the blood had turned large swaths of his clothes red, and the wind blew through the blades of his sword, like a sigh of regret, long and circuitous.

But the sword is still there.

The young swordsman still maintained the posture of drawing his sword, and blood gradually oozed from the chest of the Excalibur, and the sword entered half an inch.

The tip of the sword was against his chest, and the face of the sword did not change, but said: "What a fast sword." ”

Compared to the earth-shattering divine power of the Excalibur, the young swordsman almost just stabbed a sword into his chest.

It's a fairly simple action, but it's deadly.

It's a pity that his sword is fast, and the sword of the Excalibur is faster than him, and when the Excalibur swings a sword, he actually turns the sword back and unloads the nine points of the young swordsman's sword strength, so this sword does not pierce the heart of the Excalibur.

Excalibur just laughed.

The laughter was too bleak and painful. He was indeed in pain, "If I kill you here with my own hands, who will be able to fight with me in ten years? Who else will be able to make me use my sword?" "Isn't it extremely painful to have no friends in the world, not even opponents? The feeling of being able to freeze people to death in a high place is like the pain of being at the bottom of the eighteenth layer of purgatory, where those evil spirits are brushing off your flesh inch by inch with iron brushes! and then they will cut you with a thousand knives and throw you into the boiling oil pan, and fry them until they are brown and crumble.

Excalibur continued, "But you must die here. ”

The young swordsman said: "There is nothing necessary in the world, as long as there is a chance, I still want to fight." As soon as the sword was crossed, the red blood left along his shoulder, and then flowed into his arm, the back of his hand, and down his fingers to the sword, pale hand, cold sword...... He's poured it all in.

Excalibur said, "I can do my best to fulfill one of your last wishes." ”

The young swordsman said, "What is your last wish?"

Excalibur laughed loudly and said, "It's enough to have wine, pour it on my grave!"

The young swordsman said, "But I don't have a last wish. He glanced at the baby on his back, "Because I can't afford to lose!"

He was always making babies laugh, regardless of his injuries.

The maple leaves turned white, and the mountain buildings were snow-white.

"What happened to that man?" said a young man in his early teens, with his eyes wide open, asking an old layman for advice.

The old man sighed and stroked his beard, which was longer than a mop.

The young man didn't urge, staring at the old man and dozing. He has been a talker since he was a child, for example, the phrase "What happened to that man" is the only sentence this month.

In the warm Dan room, the Dan furnace is running, and the green smoke is curling. The soft smoke of a ribbon rose through the window and quickly flowed into the snowy house.

There are many disciples practicing swords outside the house, and the swordsmanship is elegant and agile, and in the whiteness, it seems that countless cranes are dancing. The old man in the house was snoring and had fallen asleep.

The young man looked out of the house, watching everyone practice swords, and couldn't help but secretly write down the moves in his heart. He has watched it for more than ten years, and he has long been familiar with it. Snowflakes are fluttering in the light of teenagers, and it is another year of wind and snow season...... This is Mt. Dome, and it is a place with excellent scenery, and it snows for ten months a year. Two months remaining......

Snowstorm.